So last night saw me at the opening of Brisbane’s Bollywood Masala film festival at the Dendy, which kicked off with the very well-known Main Hoon Na. I ask you, what more could you want in a Bollywood film – witty, self-referential, and seething with intertextuality, and packed to the rafters with military heroes, action-adventure, romance, magic, teen comedy, tear-jerking melodrama, and of course very big musical numbers with very hot bodies and *very* sexy dancing.

While this was v. fun (how could it not be?), it’s all work and no play for me for the next couple of weeks while I wrestle with linguistic chaos to produce a PhD confirmation document that will do the job. And write a few lectures and so on – you know the drill at this time of year. So on the blog front, expect lame links and strange, slightly insane mutterings for a little while, rather than the fine, measured prose you’ve come to expect. 😉

And by the way, if it weren’t for The Necks, I’d feel even less capable of taming the anxiety attacks that always come with ‘real’ writing.